Not since Michael drank a Stabruck’s Trenta and complained about having to pee during a long-distance road trip have I wanted someone else to urinate so badly. In this instance, it isn’t Michael who I want to urinate though. It’s April, our surrogate.

What did I do this weekend, you ask? Well, potty seat shopping, of course. Don’t be jealous of my life. It’s true. Estelle has expressed an interest in the potty, both at school and home. While we are thrilled that this indicates the diapers days may soon be behind us, we are also petrified.

Everyone has been very supportive and sweet about following along on our journey. Naturally, people want to know where we are in the process and how things are going. Today is transfer day. I can hardly believe it.

These horrific stories chill me to the core. Your child attends school. You don’t expect something like this to happen. I, like many parents, struggle with the many difficult questions arising out of these tragedies. Things like, “Why did this happen?” “Could this have been prevented?” “How would I ever survive if this happened to my child?”